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Hands held up, head held high
Knowing your freedom, knowing your pride

Your body blows in the wind
How I long to feel that on my skin
Even when night

of everything we know
The lights are bright and the stars will shine
Our love will always find
Our hearts will intertwine

Hold my hand, we don't have to fear

and everything else will follow
Not something new, something that we both follow
Four am conversations, hold hands and bracelets
All of that plus more love, no

the missing piece to my puzzle
I gotta hold your hand 'cause you're stunning
Take you out to Vegas on a big day
Let you stand by me at the crab table
Yeah,

There's smoke upon the water
Her body stiff and cold
Now turning till they pull her
While her hand I gentle hold
While she pleads to Jesus
I'll look

Hold on a sec'
What?
Is that a wig?!
Yeah.. chick-head!
Jee' it has to be a wig!
Chick-head, yeah
If I could drive you somewhere
I'd drive you some

in lowered down
a couple prayers turned it all around
now I can walk again
don't let this be the stoney ground let me help hold ya hands up
so we can

the microphone let me hold that
And I'm a show that I feel the rhythm in vibe
Those who drive by park they're
Cars and come inside
'Cause I'm attractive but not in

know, and if you believe
Hands every word, sees every deed, only man can be fooled, God is above schemes (Hallelujah)

Chorus

You put my God on the back

Remind Me Dear Lord

Connie Smith

God Is Abundant

1974

As performed by The Singing Rambos


The things that I love and hold dear to my heart
Are just borrowed they're not mine at all
Jesus only let me use

hold you up with these tracks
Like Brian, man I’ll never forget you
I’ll keep you will alive with my pencil and with my life I’ll avenge you
Why did I

look in the mirror put needles in my iris
Yeah I'm fascinated but will you hold my interest
Put your hands my throat
Make me feel helpless
Wasted
Playing

to snow caine, get blown by thots,
Now I show change, for the class at the school of hard knocks,

Hear the weight in my words, spittin bricks of yay,

Excuse me as I revert to my old habits
Nowadays my dead lifting happens when I hold caskets
I throw my fist in the air like it ain't fair God
My

Bad bitches hanging from my neck like a rosary
I dot my I's like Jesus Christ 
He cross his T's he enter me
Tho I may walk through the valley

the weight of the world that's in my hands
Standing on the sand how I lived
Building castles in my sin
Look we primetime let the show begin
Made of tin
Beating

Stonehearted [remix]

Fellowcraft

Three

2018

tall, I tried to cry, but the walls around me are far too cold and I ain't got nothing but my pain and my pride
And I know I ain't done it right, I know I

You'll never see me here alone
My hand is always gonna on ya
You gat cover by hanging on
Everybody wants something from ya

Don't waste my time

Beautiful and more extreme

"I'm waiting for the man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting

worried 
When shadows come
For Jesus is my portion
And heaven is my home
And I, oh I was made to glorify

Through everything I know that You are Lord 
By

them 
They were not alone
You hold their hand

And they say
"I'll come with you 
Till it's me up on that bed
I will wait until I'm dead 
To know that

independent won't accept your offer
Won't sell my soul or my likeness
To that please raise a glass or salute with your right fist
Stand tall y'all whatever your

My darlin come to me 
Sit you down easily
And rest awhile 
Near the soft fire light
Cold as the night
But warm is my heart with pride
Having you by

to her
What do I mean to you
I guess I feel like I need someone to hold my hand
Why can't I bear this pain
It's something I can't stand
I'm lookin 
Feelin